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BIRTHPLACE OF WOLFE
AS more and more we come to realise what Wolfe's
crowning achievement meant to the British Empire,
so does our interest in this wonderful young soldier
quicken, so do Englishmen far and near desire eagerly to learn
more of the man and to cherish the surviving memorials of
From an original unpublished miniatui
He was scarcely more than a boy when he died on the
distant Heights of Abraham. Yet what had he not achieved
in the course of his short life-time When he went to
Scotland in charge of a regiment at twenty-two he was already
a battered campaigner. He was beloved by his friends, and
his affectionate submission to his parents was like his fixity
in friendship, or his loyalty to the honour of arms. His
care for his men in time of peace was a novelty in that
age : he was called " The Soldier's Friend." Intrepid as
was his unwillingness to waste them in action exceeded
what some considered the legitimate humanity of a com-
mander. On the other hand, he fought the enemy not only
with courage but with animosity, as one who had offended
and meant ill to England. And yet this great war-like genius
was set in a frame so feeble that it was constantly a prey
to sickness and depression. When hardly able to stand upon
his feet, he plucked from repeated failure a " magnificent
and heaven-storming courage " wherewith to win one of
the most momentous battles of the world. Wolfe has been
called the " Nelson of the Army." Rather should we call
Nelson, his great compeer, who came after him, the Wolfe
of the Navy,
Just as Burnham Thorpe, the Norfolk birthplace of Nelson,
is honoured ; as the birthplace of England's greatest poet
is regarded with reverence ; so should the little Kentish town
where James Wolfe first saw the light on the 2nd of January,
1727, be held in national honour.
HIS NATIVE PLACE.
In our fancy we can conjure up James Wolfe as he walked
the long High-street of Westerham — little changed from of
yore — not merely as boy, but as man. Tall, thin, straight
as a poplar, with a keen, piercing blue eye, and a humorous
mouth ; cool of bearing and deliberate of speech until he
is roused and then the words cannot come quick enough,
accompanying them by fierce and vehement gesture. In his
social deportment he was always cheerful, alert and amiable.
Moreover, he was point-device in his dress: lie patronised
the best military tailor of the day : and as long as he wore
wigs, which was up to within a year of his death, was most
particular as to their quality and the manner in which his
valet took care of them.
This was the brilliant young soldier, Col. Wolfe, of Honey-
wood's Regiment (the 20th), " the best-trained regiment in
England," whose military skill and science was prodigious,
whose advice was constantly being asked by the highest
authorities, from the Prince of Wales downwards, who
although only thirty had already fought in seven campaigns.
No wonder the townsmen of Westerham were proud of him
or that great things were predicted of this ardent young
officer ! No one was therefore surprised when the Prime
Minister, Pitt, selected him as Quarter-master General of
View near Squerryes Park, Westerham.
the Rochefort Expedition, where he alone of all the high-
placed men, emerged with any credit, or as Brigadier-General
in the expedition against the great fortress of Louisburg the
following year. Owing to his efforts Louisburg was taken,
and then came Quebec, one of the greatest achievements in
the history of warfare — a conquest which gave us our price-
less possession of Canada and brought the victor who, like
Nelson, fell in the hour of triumph, undying fame throughout
all ages to come.
WOLFE AND WESTERHAM.
In his heart Wolfe always cherished his birthplace. It
was associated with nearly all the peace and tranquillity and
freedom of his strenuous life; for soon after he hade adieu to
the mansion where he spent the first twelve years of his
boyhood he joined the Army and was, at an age when most
boys nowadays are wrestling with Latin verbs and algebra,
campaigning gallantly in Flanders. At sixteen he was a
He knew every lane and turning in Westerham. There
was not a rood of ground between Brasted Chart and Limps-
Common on the one hand and Knockholt and Tatsfield on the
other that he had not tramped or ridden over as a boy. In the
grounds of Squerryes Court he received his first commission
when he was fifteen, and he shot pheasants and rode to hounds
for the last time in the locality in November, 1758, but ten
months before he laid down his life on the Heights of
Quebec. In Westerham lived his best and oldest friends,
John and George Warde, while a sister, Miss Fanny Warde, is
known to have been the first object of his boyish affections.
THE WOLFE FAMILY.
Wolfe's father was a colonel in the arm)' that had fought
under Marlborough. At thirty-eight he married Miss Henrietta
Thompson, of an old Yorkshire family, and sister of Brad-
wardine Thompson, m.p. From York the elder Wolfe brought
his bride to settle at Westerham. The house the)' came to
was "Spiers" (now Quebec House), the last one in the village
on the Maidstone road at the bottom of the hill, an antique,
many-gabled brick mansion with two acres ot garden. In
1726 it seemed in the highest degree unlikely thai t.. 1
would be any work for soldiers more bloody than drill and
reviews for a long time to come. It was the era of Walpole
and Peace. Doubtless the Colonel and his bride looked for-
ward to the sweets of retirement, and for a time at least
their hopes were not disappointed. Young Mrs. Wolfe can
hardly have failed to have been pleased with Westerham.
The chosen home, rented from Thomas Ellison, steward of
the manor, was just such an one as housewives dearly love,
full of pantries, store-rooms and cupboards, with spacious
attics and cellars, a wide hall and a broad staircase. Yet she
may have breathed to her lord a wish that its situation had
been at the top instead at the bottom of the hill. Soon after
the Wolfes came, and the Colonel was absent momentarily
with his regiment, the Colonel's lady paid a call on Mistress
Lew r is at the Vicarage — a fateful afternoon call, that robbed
"Spiers" of the honour of being the birthplace of James
Wolfe. Neither the Vicar nor his spouse would hear of Mrs.
Wolfe being carried back to her own mansion, and that very
night her eldest son was born. The old-fashioned bedstead
even is extant, having passed into the hands of the second
General George Warde. In a letter written to a friend in
1822, he says : " Among many things I have, originally his
(Wolfe's) I sleep constantly on the bed in which he was
born." Three weeks later he was christened at the Parish
Church, and the entry in the parish register is still extant.
It must not be forgotten either that Thackeray, the great
novelist visited Westerham to collect local colour for his
novel of " The Virginians," wmere he describes a visit which
Harry Warrington and Colonel Lambert paid to " Spiers."
" At Westerham," says Thackeray, " the two friends were
welcomed by their hosts, a stately matron, an old soldier,
whose recollections and services were of five and forty years
back, and the son of this gentleman and lady, the Lieutenant-
Colonel of Kingsley's regiment, that was then stationed at
Maidstone from whence the Colonel had come over on a brief
visit to his parents. Harry looked with some curiosity at
this officer, who young as he was, had seen so much service
and obtained a character so high. There was little of the
beautiful in his face. He was very Jean and very pale ;
his hair was red, his nose and cheekbones were high ; but
he had a line courtesy towards his elders, a cordial greeting
towards his friends and an animation in conversation which
caused those who heard him to forget, even to admire, his
" If," Wolfe's biographer has written, "there was anything
abnormal about James Wolfe, it was the ardour of his
patriotism, the loftiness of his ideals, his truly marvellous pro-
fessional aptitude and not in the conformation or disposition
of his features. His profile was scarce more uncommon than
Pitt's or Mr. Chamberlain's and viewed not in profile his
countenance, so far from being ' unprepossessing ' was
singularly pleasing. In fact, there was no reason why every
Hall of Qyebec House, Westerham.
schoolboy in the Empire or in America should not be able
to conjure up for himself James Wolfe in his habit as he
lived. Authentic documents are now sufficiently abundant."
It was in the hall of Quebec House that there took place
that ever delightful conversation between the old veteran, his
lady, Colonel Lambert, James Wolfe and Harry Warrington.
" Mr. Warrington was going to Tonbridge. Their James
would bear him company, the lady of the house said, and
whispered something to Colonel Lambert at supper, which
occasioned smiles and a knowing wink or two from thai
officer. He called for wine and toasted 4 Miss Lowther.'
1 With all my heart,' cried the enthusiastic Colonel James,
and drained his glass to the very last drop. Mamma whis-
pered her friend how James and the lady were going to make
(By permission of the proprietors of " The Sphere."}
a match, and how she came of the famous Lowther family
of the North.
' If she was the daughter of King Charlemagne,' cries
Lambert, ' she is not too good for Janus Wolfe, or for his
1 Oh, of course she is a priceless pearl, and you are
nothing,' cries mamma. ' No, I am of Colonel Lambert's
opinion ; and if she brought all Cumberland to you for a
jointure, I should say it was my James's due. That is the
way with 'em, Mr. Warrington, we tend our children through
fevers and measles, and whooping-cough, and small-pox ; we
send them to the army, and can't sleep for thinking ; we
break our hearts at parting with 'em, and only have them at
home for a week or two in the year, or may be ten years,
and after all our . care there comes a lass with a pair of bright
eyes, and away goes our boy and never cares a fig for us
' And pray, my dear, how did you come to marry James's
papa ? ' said the elder Colonel Wolfe. ' And why didn't you
stay at home with your parents ? '
'Because James's papa was gouty and wanted somebody
to take care of him I suppose ; not because I liked him a
bit,' answered the lady ; and so with much easy talk and kind-
ness the evening passed away."
Some years ago when Quebec House was undergoing
restoration, behind a modern wall of lath and canvas there
came to light an ancient stone fireplace with a fine example
of the arms of Henry VII. greatly mutilated, carved on the
wooden mantel overhead. This woeful mutilation, clearly
wrought with knife or chisel may easily have been the exploit
of a couple of schoolboys who had some previous practice
on class-room desks.
An admirable housekeeper of the old-fashioned thorough
kind, with all the contemporary domestic and culinary arts
at her finger tips was Mrs. Wolfe. A tall, fresh, comely
serious-minded woman, brought up in the somewhat rigid
Yorkshire way, with little sentiment save her love for her
children and her ambition on their account. Strict economy
was practised at Spiers, for the pay of the Colonel was
little enough and her own jointure small. Her household
book, still extant, is full of receipts for inexpensive dishes
Lieut. -General Edward Wolfe.
From the portrait bv Thornhill in the possession of Heckles WillsOH, Esq., Qutbei I
(By courtesy of William Heinemanw.
and cures for various ailments. Both her boys were of sickly
frame and needed constant care. They were taught to ride
by their father, who insisted on having new stables built for
his horses, while his eldest son's passion for dogs has passed
into a proverb. When he was only ten he kept six of various
breeds, and the tradition runs that when he walked abroad,
the cry would go up in the village " Mind the cats and
children! Here comes Master Jemmy and his troop!"
Wolfe went to school to Edward Lawrence whose school-
house stood on the borders of Farleigh Common just north of
the present " General Wolfe " inn. The bell which used to toll
the scholars in to their tasks is still intact. Like the heroine
of " Mary had a little lamb," Jemmy on more than one
occasion is said to have got into difficulties at school, and
The " General Wolfe " Inn.
the story is told by the descendant of his old nurse, Betty
Hooper, that on one occasion a burly pointer set up such a
howling outside the class-room window, refusing to go away,
that lessons were impossible and Master Wolfe and his dog
were sent home in disgrace for the day. Another story is
told of the Colonel's son dancing at the village fair with the
perruquier's pretty daughter, because her boyish swain
the sexton's son, had left her disconsolate. The old Colonel
coming upon them, so far from being vexed, told the boy
be had done the right thing. This Betty Hooper cam< to
have two sons of her own who served under Wolfe. " Two
of the finest men in the Army," as Wolfe wrote to Ins mother.
WESTERHAM AND THE VISITOR.
Within easy reach of London is this charming little Kentish
town, and yet but slightly changed since Wolfe's time. It is
a place which every Englishman — -every pilgrim to England
— should visit. Although some miles distant from the main
line of the South-Eastern & Chatham Railway (which is the
secret of its old - world charm), a branch line makes it
accessible and trains are very frequent. Nowadays, the
" King's Arms," and the " George and Dragon," depend
upon motor cars and bicycles to fill their yards than upon
coaches and post-chaises. But the church where he was bap-
tised is just as it was, the ancient houses of the gentry still
embroider the skirts ol the village green ; the old mill hangs
over the Long Pond as in Wolfe's day ; the huntsmen still
gallop through the High Street and lanes, and there is a
W r arde still at Squerryes Court, where scores of Wolfe's
letters and his family portraits are preserved. Moreover
Darenth stream flows along the same dingy sixteenth century
dwellings in the " Parish Meade," and Squerryes Woods can
still boast an almost Canadian solitude as when the Wolfe
lads and George Warde roamed the countryside. But the
chief shrines of the pilgrim besides the church are here to
reward him, Quebec House and the Vicarage.
HOW TO REACH WESTERHAM.
Westerham is easily reached from London, there being
frequent trains from Charing Cross, Cannon Street or London
Bridge Stations of the South-Eastern and Chatham Railway.
Cheap day tickets are issued on certain days specified, and
altogether the railway shows itself alive to the futun
Wolfe's birthplace as a national shrine.
It can also be reached by motor bus from Oxted, three
and a half miles distant on L.B. & ^.C . Railway.
The Church of St. Mary, Westerham, stands on a high
ridge at the east end of the town, the first object in the
landscape. The present structure only dates from the time
of Henry III. The Parish Registers begin in 1559, and con-
tain many curious sidelights on local history. Thomas
Combes, afterwards Dean of Durham, was baptised here in
1645, while from 1670 to 1680 were baptised several children
of Samuel Hoadley, afterwards successively Bishop of Ban-
gor, of Salisbury, and of Winchester. Hither was carried
the infant James Wolfe, "son of Colonel Edward Wolfe,
Westerham Parish Church from Costell's Fields.
born Jan. nth, 1726," and later "Edward, son of Colonel
Edward Wolfe, baptised Jan. 10th, 1728." From the age
of three years James, it is recorded, sat in the high-backed
pew allotted to " Spiers," the second on the right of the
middle aisle from the pulpit. Mr. Lewis is said to have been
an excellent preacher, and between the Vicar's lady and Mrs.
Wolfe the most intimate relations subsisted. On Wolfe's
visits to Westerham after he became famous in the Army
he always sat with his friends in the squire's pew. In those
days the King's Arms, painted in the reign of Edward VI.
and amongst the earliest examples of the kind extant, hung
at the west end of the South aisle. The}- arc still to be seen
under the Tower. There was another in the north-west aisle
bearing the date of 1662. In the church is buried the 2nd Ear]
of Jersey, who died at Sqnerryes in 1721. There are numer-
ous interesting tablets, amongst the modern ones being a
brass to General George Warde (died 1830) of Woodland
Castle, Glamorganshire, brother to the " Father of Fox-
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Hunting" (who was born in YYesterham), and grandfather
to the present Lieutenant-Colonel Warde, of Squerryes ; and
to his wife Charlotte, daughter of the Bishop of Peterborough.
The inscription on a tablet erected to the memory of
Henry John Gregory Warde, brother of the present owner
of Squerryes, records how he fell in the treacherous mass
of Cawnpore, in 1857, in the twentieth year of his young
life, though not before he had become like his ancestors " a
model soldier," whose "death was a great loss to his country."
In 1882-3 at a cost of some /~6,ooo the Church was
restored, the roof being uncovered and renewed and many
beautiful gifts being added which give it an especially well
cared for appearance. In 1854 the high-backed pews were
abolished, as was also a fine old " three-decker " pulpit. In
1 87 1 the organ, a line instrument by Lewis, was erected at
a cost of £800, by Colonel George Warde in memory of his
father, Admiral Warde, and in 1882 Lady Harriet Warde
and other members of the Warde family gave the handsome
mosaic reredos in memory of Colonel George Warde. As
far back as 1723 the large sum of £i\ was paid for the bell
and clapper, the carriage of which cost ^"3, as the church-
warden's records bear testimony. The present church bells,
eight in number, were all recast about 1838 and in 1892 they
were re-hung, the framework and fittings renewed, as a gift
by Mrs. Griffith, a sister of Colonel Warde.
In the east window of the north aisle is a stained glass
window by C. E. Kempe, erected m 1890 in memory of
Admiral Charles Warde and Marianna, his wife, by their
surviving children. The chancel window, by James Powell,
was given in memory of T. E. Champion Streatfeild, the
architect for the last restoration of the church.
The east window of the south aisle, by C. E. Kempe, was
erected to the memory of Dr. Charles Robert Thompson.
On Nov. 7th, 1909, was unveiled a stained glass window
to the memory of General Wolfe. Occasion was taken by
the Vicar to have assembled in the church a detachment of
local troops who listened to the stirring words from the pulpit
on the life and example of the heroic figure who had spent
his boyhood in this town, and regularly attended divine
service in the same place of worship where all were then
gathered. The subject of the Memorial Window is " The
Nativity," executed by Messrs. Morris & Co., Merton Abbey,
Wolfe Memorial Window. Westerham Parish Church.
Surrey, who have successfully carried out the designs of the
late Sir Edward Burne-Jones, Bart. The memorial is made
especially to mark the association of Wolfe with the church,
where for over a century there has been little to signalise
the fact that a great world hero had first seen the light in
this parish, and received the rites of the Church at the early
age of three weeks. His glorious death is commemorated by
a marble tablet over the doorway bearing this inscription :
" While George in sorrow bows his laurel'd head,
And bid the artist grace the soldier dead :
We raise no sculptured trophy to thy name
Brave youth ! the fairest in the list of fame.
Proud of thy birth, we boast th' auspicious year,
Struck with thy fall we shed a general tear ;
With humble grief inscribe our artless stone
And from thy matchless honours date our own.
/ DECUS I NOSTRUM."
Middle Aisle, Westerham Parish Church.
The " I decus, I nostrum " (Go, our ornament, go ! ) is
taken from Virgil, but has puzzled many worthy persons,
one of whom was overheard giving the assurance that they
recorded the names of two contemporary churchwardens,
John Decus and John Nostrum !
Parish Church Baptismal Font,
at this font James Wolfe was christened.
On entering is seen the font where the future hero was
baptised, January nth, 1727.
In the vestry is an oil portrait of Wolfe, a replica of
that by Schaak in the National Portrait Gallery.
A project is now on foot for a new lectern and altar
railing, the latter from wood grown on the slopes of Abraham,
to be presented by the citizens of Quebec to Westerham.
James Wolfe's ensign commission.
Other memorials are to Arthur Warde, Lieut-Colonel of
Bengal Infantry, who died at Landour, East Indies; while
the visitor's eye will be drawn to the effigies of a kneeling
couple near the chancel. These are of Thomas Potter, of
Well-street|(died 161 1), and his wife, Dame Elizabeth, widow
of Sir John Rivers, Lord Mayor of London in 1573.
This fine red brick mansion dates from 1686, replacing
a former one possessed by John Evelyn's nephew, Sir William
Leech. After being in the possession of the first and second
Earls of Jersey, it was sold by the third Earl to [ohn
Warde, Esq., son of Sir John Warde, Lord Mayor of London
in the reign of James II. The beautiful estate has since
Squerryes Court from the Lake.
(By permission oj William Heinemam
remained in the Warde family, the third John Warde collect-
ing most of the beautiful pictures which now adorn it. The
fourth John Warde is still famous throughout England as
the " Father of Fox-hunting." Wolfe's earliest and best
friend was George, son of the first owner of Squerrye?, and
afterwards a general. These two lads were inseparable and
together roamed the countryside. In 1 74 1 , one November
day while James Wolfe was a visitor at Squerryes an ensign's
commission arrived for young Wolfe. He was then only
fourteen years old. An imposing cenotaph still marks the
place associated with this event. When General Wolfe sailed
from England for the last time, in 1758, he wrote to his old
playfellow then a major in the army :
"Dear Major, — If my father should die in my absence.
I desire that you and Carleton will let my mother know that
jointly with her you are empowered to transact my business,
as the enclosed general letter of attorney sets forth ; and if
you will assist her with your good counsel, I shall think of
it with more satisfaction and acknowledge it with more
gratitude than anything done to myself."
On being appointed to the Quebec command Wolfe
offered Warde a high place in the expedition. The latter
became his executor, and later that of Wolfe's mother, who
left him several Wolfe family portraits and all her son's
letters in her possession. These letters, together with the
Wolfe military commissions are still at Squerryes Court.
What extraordinary letters they are ! What a period of
martial activity they describe ! The first is dated 1741, the
last just a few weeks before the boy general's death in
Little justice has been done to Wolfe as a letter-writer.
He was master of an excellent style ; passages abound which
are distinguished by a real eloquence. But these letters are
something more than mere literary compositions. They reveal
the very inner, deeper heart of the man ; the hopes and dis-
appointments, his melancholy doubts, the high ambition which
marked the youth and manhood of one of the bravest and
clearest-headed Englishmen who ever drew a sword for his
country and longed with a passionate longing to make her
great. As the poet has noted,
Wolfe where'er he fought,
Put so much of his heart into the act.
That his example had a magnetic force,
And all who were swift to follow whom all loved.
The letters at Squerryes have had, bye-the-bye, an odd
history. Originally bequeathed by Mrs. Wolfe to her son's
dearest friend, George, afterwards General Warde, they de-
scended to his nephew and namesake. In 1827 they were
borrowed by a gentleman named Hampden Turner to lend
to Southey, the poet, who proposed to write a " Life of
Wolfe." How long Southey kept them in his possession is
Cenotaph to mark the spot in Squerryes Park where James Wolfe
received his first commission. (By courtesy of William Heinemann),
not known, but the proposed Life was never written, and it
is supposed the letters were returned to Hampden Turner
who soon afterwards died. At his death the precious letters
were, however, not forthcoming and their owner lost all trace
of them for years. In 1858 a sale catalogue of the manu-
scripts of one Dawson Turner, Esq., of Yarmouth, reached
Admiral Warde, the father of the present lord of the manor.
In this catalogue amongst other items the " military com-
missions of Lieut. -General Edward Wolfe, together with
letters of the latter," were offered by the auctioneers to the
public. The Admiral, naturally wrote at once to the execu-
tors, who very courteously withdrew the Wolfe papers from
sale. Subsequently as amende honorable, they presented their
rightful owner with various additional Wolfe Manuscripts
collected by Dawson Turner, all of which for the last half
a century have been safely deposited at Squerryes Court.
Like all geniuses, and unlike most soldiers, Wolfe was
an intensely reflective and human person. Sometimes we
see him in some fit of depression, as when he writes to his
" Dear Madam, —The winter wears away, so do our years,
and so does life itself ; and it matters little where a man
passes his days and what station he fills, or whether he be
great or considerable, but it imports him something to look
to his manner of life. This day I am five-and-twenty years
of age, and all that time is as nothing. When I am fifty
(if it so happens) and look back, it will be the same ; and so
on to the last hour. But it is worth a moment's consider-
ation that one may be called away on a sudden, unguarded
and unprepared ; and the oftener these thoughts are enter-
tained, the less will be the dread or fear of death. You will
judge by this sort of discourse that it is the dead of night
when all is quiet and at rest, and one of those intervals
wherein men think of what they really are, and what they
really should be ; how much is expected, and how little per-
formed. Our short duration here, and the doubts of hereafter,
should awe and deter the most flagitious, if they reflected
Again in another of the Squerryes Court letters he writes :
" Few of my companions surpass me in common knowledge,
but most of them in vice. This is a truth that I should
blush to relate to one that had not all my confidence, lest
it be thought to proceed either from insolence or vanity ;
hut I think you don't understand it so. I dread their habits
and behaviour, and forced to an eternal watch upon myself,
that I may avoid the very manner which I most condemn
in them. Young men should have some object constantly in
their aim, some shining character to direct them. 'Tis a dis-
advantage to be first at an imperfect age ; either we become
enamoured with ourselves, seeing nothing superior, or fall into
the degree of our associates."
Such was his passion for his profession that, at an age
when the young Englishman of to-day is thinking chiefly of
cricket and golf, we find him writing to his mother : " If
I did not profess the business myself, I should follow all
the reviewing generals for the sake of seeing the troops. I
know nothing more entertaining than a collection of well-
looking men, uniformly clad, and performing their exercises
with grace and order. I should go further, my curiosity would
carry me to all parts of the world to be a spectator at these
martial sights, and to see the various produce of different
climates and the regulations of different armies. Fleets and
fortifications, too, are objects that would attract me as
strongly as architecture, painting and the gentler arts."
In Walpole's words, James Wolfe was "a young officer
who had contracted reputation from his intelligence of disci-
pline and from the perfection to which he brought his own
regiment. He looked upon danger as the favourable moment
that would call forth his talents."
At Squerryes is a portrait of James Wolfe painted at
the time of his first commission to the army. This picture
was once the property of Wolfe's mother. It shows us a
decidedly good-looking youth of fifteen, with blue intelligent
eyes, a nose with a Celtic " spring " in it, a resolute mouth
and a chin which, though receding, was yet well-moulded.
In this likeness his red hair is concealed by what was pro-
bably his first wig. At Quebec House is preserved also
Thornhill's portrait of Wolfe's father.
The building has undergone many alterations since Wolfe's
day, but the front rooms of the old Jacobean building remain
very much as they were. The room in which the hero was
born is on the first floor, and facing the east side of the
house. The back windows command a glorious prospect of
lawn and garden, skirted by a winding tributory of the
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The Vicarage, Westerham.
(.Bj courtesy of William Heinemann).
Jane Austen, shows her familiarity with Westerham, and
in " Pride and Prejudice " brings the Rev. Mr. William
Collins to reside in the neighbourhood. Hither came Eliza-
beth Bennett, on a visit to the parsonage, a comfortable
abode, bearing a description which tallies well with the
Vicarage of to-day.
THE GEORGE AND DRAGON INN.
This interesting old coaching inn was where the Wolfes
set out for London, and where the General is reputed to
have stayed on his last visit to Westerham in December
1758, as he had to post for Blackheath early the next
morning, and would not give his friend, John Warde, any
inconvenience by rousing him at daybreak. The claret jug
used by Wolfe in his last campaign is in the possession of
The " George &■ Dragon," Hotel.
It is at the " George and Dragon " that the annual
Wolfe Birthday dinner is held on the 2nd of January. This
custom began in the year after the hero's death and after
a long period of desuetude, when those who had known
him in the flesh had passed the way of all flesh, it was
recently revived, when the local gentry and tradesfolk fore-
gather to drink in silence to " The Pious and Immortal
Memory of James Wolfe."
THE NATIONAL MEMORIAL TO WOLFE
AT HIS BIRTHPLACE.
In July, 1909, not long before the celebration in London
of the 150th Anniversary of the Conquest of Quebec (Sep-
tember, 1759), a committee was formed to procure funds for
a national memorial to Westerham's hero. About the same
time sufficient was obtained
by the Vicar for the purpose
of erecting a stained - glass
window to his memory in
the Church. It was decided
on the motion of Earl
Roberts, who headed the
larger movement, that the
best form for the National
Memorial to take would be
a bronze statue on the Vil-
lage Green. At the banquet
on Wolfe Day the honorary
treas., Sir Frederick Young,
announced that a large part
of the sum needed had been
subscribed, and thereafter the
success of the project seems
assured. A statue of Wolfe,
the first in England, will duly be reared to attract pilgrims
from far and near. Contributions to this end may be sent to
the Vicar, Rev. Sydney Le Mesurier, The Vicarage, Westerham,
or to Sir Frederick Young, Royal Colonial Institute, Northum-
berland Avenue, London, W.C.
Of Westerham's local hero, a great soldier, Field- Marshal
Sir George White, said at the recent Wolfe Banquet in
London, that by his victory Wolfe became the founder of
British Canada, and earned for himself undying fame. If
the value of victory was to be appraised by its after effects,
Claret Jug used by General
Wolfe in his last campaign.
the Battle of Quebec must always stand high on the roll
of the decisive battles of the world. After a lapse of a
century and a half we were waking up to the potentiality
which that victoiy contained, not only with regard to
Canada, herself, but also to the Mother Country and through-
out the length and breadth of our world - wide Empire.
When he studied the battle, its risks and its results, he
became more and more convinced that to that hero, young
Parish Church from Quebec House.
in years, but old in experience, the acknowledgment and
gratitude of the nation were almost entirely due. He read
the story of that campaign, and of the battle which ended
it, with a feeling almost akin to awe. He realised more
and more the difficulties and the position in which the hero
found himself. " But his indomitable spirit and sense of
duty, his grandeur and loftiness of purpose carried him
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